Patriot Convention

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Justice has been shown to be blinded by political ideology and ambition in Washington. Let me propose some solutions for the House of Representatives to consider:

1. The House of Representatives introduces legislation to remove a Supreme Court justice with 2/3 approval of its members. The threat of even discussing removing a justice for cause will make them reconsider future decisions and their oath of office. There would be no impeachment process involving the Senate.

2. The House of Representatives introduces legislation to censure a Supreme Court justice for cause.

3. Congress formed the Department of Justice in 1870. Congress should eliminate the Department of Justice based on the actions of the attorney general: Voter Intimidation, Fast & Furious, Arizona Immigration laws. No federal crimes are prosecuted without a department of justice: state judiciary processes are not impacted. The attorney general office would still be intact to allow capital offenses to be prosecuted.

4. The length of appointment for a justice will be fixed at six years. Justices can be renewed by a simple majority vote of the Senate for consecutive appointments of six years not to exceed three consecutive terms for a maximum of 18 years.

5. The House freezes the budget of the Supreme Court. Page 16 of this PDF shows the budget of the Supreme Court from 2011 through 2022. Freezing their budget at 2011 levels through 2022 will save the country $158 million. Freezing the entire judicial system budget through 2022 will save $7.198 billion.

We should not forget the actions of five justices who substituted political ideology for their honor, oath and the Constitution.

I've posted this piece I wrote some years ago before but, given the significance of this day, I thought it appropriate to run it again:

From the Washington Times, 7 May 2005:

Chimborazo Hospital in Richmond was a most depressing place to be in March 1865.The doctors and staff were in dire straits, as were the wounded and dying Confederate soldiers who languished there. Medical supplies were in short supply, especially morphine. The gloom of death permeated the halls and stalked the wounded. Pain was the soldiers' constant companion, and routine sicknesses and infections were often fatal.

Unsanitary conditions made the situation even worse. One of every 10 Confederates brought to Chimborazo with diarrhea or dysentery died. The overall mortality rate was 20 percent -- actually good by 19th-century standards. Mixed with the stench of gangrene was the scent of the day's "medicines" -- turpentine, camphor, castor oil and whiskey.

My great-great grandfather, James Meredith Crutchfield, was one of the Confederate soldiers at Chimborazo in the closing days of the War Between the States. Taken prisoner after being wounded at the Battle of Piedmont the year before, he was taken to Camp Morton, the infamous Federal prison in Indiana. There he suffered along with the rest of the Southern prisoners.

One prisoner at Camp Morton described how he witnessed a Yankee guard take a prisoner outside when the temperature was below zero and give him a bath with a broom. "The fiendish deed was repeated a second time." That prisoner subsequently died.

My grandfather was transferred to Chimborazo on March 10, 1865, and died there March 28, succumbing to his wounds and the ill treatment he had received at Camp Morton. His widow died not knowing what had become of him. **The family still does not know where he was buried or if he was buried.

Yet even in the cruel despair of war and death, a kind Providence often sends hope. In the final days of the war, hope came to Chimborazo in the form of a preacher. This preacher had to get special permission from the Confederate authorities to minister to the wounded at Chimborazo.

Permission was granted, and the preacher roamed the 150 wards of the hospital -- praying with and for the wounded and dying. It was the perfect opportunity for a minister of the Gospel -- the chance to share eternal salvation with those facing eternity. There was something most unusual about this preacher, however. He was black and a slave.

Early bitterness

John Jasper was born the 24th child of slaves Philip and Tina Jasper on Independence Day in 1812. John's mother was a devout Christian and prayed that God would call her son to become a preacher. However, as a young man, Jasper became bitter after his master cruelly separated him from his first wife.

Jasper's bitterness caused him to sink deeper and deeper into a lascivious lifestyle. He eventually was purchased by a kindhearted Richmond businessman by the name of Samuel Hardgrove. Hardgrove was known for his personal piety, and his concern for Jasper's spiritual welfare was obvious.

He was a deacon and devout member of the First Baptist Church of Richmond; his obituary in 1862 called him "a great citizen, businessman and Christian."

Hardgrove prayed earnestly for Jasper's conversion, and it was largely because of his kindness that Jasper acquired and retained a love for the white race — even though it was the white race that denied him his freedom.

Jasper would later speak of Hardgrove's piety and kindness toward him and the influence Hardgrove had had on his life. When Jasper was converted in Hardgrove's tobacco warehouse in 1839, Hardgrove immediately sent for him. After hearing John tell the story of his redemption, the two men wept openly together. According to the original biography of Jasper by W.E. Hatcher titled "John Jasper: The Unmatched Negro Philosopher and Preacher," Jasper relates what happened next:

"Den Marse Sam did a thing dat nearly made me drop ter de flo'. He git out uv his chair an' walk over ter me an' give me his han', an' he say: 'John, I wish you mighty well. Your Saviour is mine, and we are brothers in the Lord.' Wen he say dat I turn 'roun' an put my arm agin de wall, an' put my fist in my mouf ter keep from shoutin'."

By now Hardgrove was overcome with emotion and according to Jasper: "Marse Sam's face wuz rainin' tears, an' he say: 'John, you needn't work any more today. I'm giving you a holiday ... go tell your mother, go round to your neighbors and tell them; go anywhere you want to and tell them the good news. It'll do you good and do them good.' Af'er awhile Marse Sam lif' up dem kin' black eyes uv his an' say: 'Keep telling it, John ... wherever you go, tell it!' "

Fall of Richmond

Though illiterate at the time of his conversion, according to Richard Day's book, "Rhapsody in Black: The Story of John Jasper," Jasper was taught by another slave shortly after his conversion and was a much-sought-after preacher — especially for slave funerals. He became a leader among his people, and when Richmond fell and descended into chaos in April 1865, Jasper stood in the streets and (eschewing his black dialect as he was wont to do at times) pleaded with looters: "Richmond has fallen! We are free! But in the name of God let us act like men!"

There, on the streets of the war-ravaged, fallen capital of the Confederacy, at age 53, free for the first time in his life, with only 73 cents to his name, John Jasper gazed at the destruction and despair and wondered how he would support his wife and nine children.

But Jasper was no quitter. From that April through July, he worked for the city of Richmond, cleaning bricks at 50 cents a thousand so the city could begin the long process of rebuilding.

His friends would sometimes encounter him on the streets covered from head to toe with lime dust, and he would laugh, "I'm jes' like Paul: de preachin' business got so bad he had to go back to tent-makin'!"

A new church

Jasper's own enterprising spirit, hard work and sheer determination in the face of what for most men would be insurmountable odds was inspiring to his people. In the winter of 1867, he became the first black minister to organize a church in postwar Richmond.

In another providential irony, Jasper's first church building was an abandoned Confederate horse stable on Brown's Island in the James River.

His first service was organized with nine members, and his salary was $9 per week. After the war, many Richmond blacks sought refuge in the deserted shacks and shanties along the shore of the mighty James. Though emancipated, most of the former slaves were not only unemployed, but unskilled and unemployable.

Jasper's message and example were overpowering and attracted the despondent former slaves to his church. The congregation grew quickly, and after a few short years and several moves, Sixth Mount Zion Baptist Church occupied a beautiful brick edifice located in what was known at that time as "Little Africa."

The structure contained close to 1,000 seats on the main floor and had modern gaslights. There were 16 windows that extended from the floor to the ceiling. Under the spacious pulpit platform, there was a baptistery, and a large bell in the tower would call all within hearing distance to worship.

For more than 30 years, Jasper preached and ministered to black and white alike from the pulpit of Sixth Mount Zion. The church is still located at the same spot and remains a vibrant ministry to this day. A room at the church is set aside and dedicated to Jasper's memory. It contains many artifacts from his years there as pastor.Rise to prominence

Jasper's influence on the life of old Richmond is impressive. To this day, the mayor of Richmond opens City Council meetings with a gavel fashioned from wood taken from Jasper's home after it was torn down.

It was Jasper's preaching style and passionate love for his God that served as the principal attraction through his years as pastor of Sixth Mount Zion. John Jasper set an example of perseverance, faith and humility and was a shining example of the power of Christ's forgiveness and love.

Though Jasper was often treated unjustly, he never harbored bitterness toward anyone. He rose to prominence and preached to legislators, governors and other men of renown.

He once preached before members of the Virginia Legislature and stated, "I've read in the Bible that Pharaoh was an awful liar, just like they tell me most politicians are!"

Jasper's wonderful sense of humor often brought smiles to visitors' faces. When asked why Sixth Mount Zion Baptist Church was named "Sixth" — were there five other Mount Zion Baptist Churches in Richmond? — Jasper answered, "No suh, we jes' liked de name."

On many occasions, white pastors in Richmond could find their missing members at Jasper's church, their faces streaked with tears as Jasper preached a red-hot Gospel message filled with love and compassion.

Jasper struck an imposing, dignified figure. He stood 6 feet tall and weighed 175 pounds. He was bald most of his life and wore a beard that was white in his later years. Neatly dressed in black coat, white shirt and white tie, with silver spectacles tied on top of his head with white string, he had an air about him that, while demanding respect, revealed a humbleness of spirit.Final sermon

On Sunday, March 28, 1901, at age 88, the tired old man mounted his pulpit for the last time. His congregation sensed something was amiss, and many wept openly at the sight of their beloved pastor, who would soon pass from the scene.

Jasper himself sensed the end was near. But this battle-hardened Gospel warrior who had overcome slavery, lack of education and prejudice and had accomplished more in 30 years than most men accomplish in a lifetime, did not shrink from the final enemy.

"My chillun, my work on earth is done! I'se no mo' skeered uv death dan uv a hossfly." He preached his final sermon, walked slowly back to his home and went to his room to rest. Late in the afternoon, the ebony soldier of the cross stirred and whispered his last words: "I have finished my work. I am waiting at the River, looking across for further orders."

Exactly 36 years to the day earlier, my own great-great grandfather had crossed that same river from Chimborazo Hospital. Perhaps John Jasper was there with him when he crossed. I am confident that the black slave preacher and white Confederate soldier were reunited on the far bank.

** As a result of this piece being published in the Washington Times, an SCV member who was involved in researching and documenting buried Confederates at Chimborazo contacted me to let me know my ancestor was buried there. Later this evening, I'll post an image of my ancestor's headstone and grave, which he shares with 2 other soldiers.

**John Meredith Crutchfield, Company F, 60th Virginia Infantry. Wounded at the Battle of Piedmont, taken prisoner to Camp Morton Indiana, transferred to Chimborazo Hospital in a prisoner exchange in early 1865. Buried at Oakwood Cemetery in Richmond. This is his gravemarker. He is #91.

1774 - September 5 to October 26, the First Continental Congress meets in Philadelphia with 56 delegates, representing every colony, except Georgia. Attendants include Patrick Henry, George Washington, Sam Adams and John Hancock.

On September 17, the Congress declares its opposition to the Coercive Acts, saying they are "not to be obeyed," and also promotes the formation of local militia units. On October 14, a Declaration and Resolves is adopted that opposes the Coercive Acts, the Quebec Act, and other measure taken by the British that undermine self-rule. The rights of the colonists are asserted, including the rights to "life, liberty and property." On October 20, the Congress adopts the Continental Association in which delegates agree to a boycott of English imports, effect an embargo of exports to Britain, and discontinue the slave trade.

1775 - February 1, in Cambridge, Mass., a provincial congress is held during which John Hancock and Joseph Warren begin defensive preparations for a state of war. February 9, the English Parliament declares Massachusetts to be in a state of rebellion. March 23, in Virginia, Patrick Henry delivers a speech against British rule, stating, "Give me liberty or give me death!" March 30, the New England Restraining Act is endorsed by King George III, requiring New England colonies to trade exclusively with England and also bans fishing in the North Atlantic.

1775 - In April, Massachusetts Governor Gage is ordered to enforce the Coercive Acts and suppress "open rebellion" among the colonists by all necessary force.

April 18, 1775 - General Gage orders 700 British soldiers to Concord to destroy the colonists' weapons depot.

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My great grandfather and great uncle knew all the men in the "Civil War Requiem" video as they were part of the 53rd NC which was the sole unit defending Fort Mahone. (Fort Mahone was named "Fort Damnation" by the Yankees) *Handpicked men of the 53rd (My great grandfather was one of these) made the final, night assault at Petersburg in an attempt to break Grant's line. This was against Fort Stedman which was a few miles to the slight northeast. They initially succeeded, but reinforcements drove them back. This video is made from photographs which were taken the day after the 53rd evacuated the lines the night before to begin the retreat to Appomattox. I have many more pictures taken by the same photographer, one of these shows a 14 year old boy and the other is the famous picture of the blond, handsome soldier with his musket.
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*General Gordon promised the men a gold medal and 30 days leave if they accomplished their task and many years after the War my great grandfather wrote General Gordon, who was then governor of Georgia about this incident. They exchanged several letters which I have framed. See first link below.
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Punished For Being Caught!

Great Grandfather Koonce

He was a drummer boy in the WBTS, survived the War only to die a few years later. He was caught in an ice storm on his way home, but instead of seeking shelter, continued on his horse until the end. His clothes had to be cut off and he died a few days later.

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I would just like you to know how so very glad I am that I found your blog. I have learned more history from you and the many links that you post than I have from reading all my history books. I can never thank you enough for the education you are freely giving me. It is priceless. And eye opening.

Many times I will not comment, but that does not mean I am not reading and learning.

You sir, are an educator. Thank you.

PhyllisWantage, NJ

Good morning Mr. Townsend,

Just to let you know I have finally finished that massive tome on General Lee. I never knew 1/10th of what a great man he was. No wonder the South is so proud of him! So sad that we have few men of his caliber today. We need them desperately. I have learned more history through you and your blog than I thought I could ever learn. I am very grateful to you. Thank you so much for taking time to answer my e-mail. And thank you for your blog and for opening my eyes.

PhyllisWantage, NJ

".......So good to hear from you! And also so pleased you are converting more of us Yankees! You have no idea how many people you have taught. And how many are so grateful to you for showing us the truth."

Your faithful friend,

Phylis

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I have also learned from Brock Townsend and two nurses lately, that appreciation expressed by someone for whom you have great respect overwhelms the lack of appreciation by some from whom you expect it. I believe that we cannot really know which small bit of help makes the life-saving difference. ﻿I may have learned more real American history on Brock's blog than in 20 years of government schooling.

I have learned more history from you than all the years I was supposed to be in school (and not out hunting or fishing).

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I really must say, I like thousands of others have said, your blog is the best out there and with all of your history and experience, you should run for *president. I look forward to reading your blog every day and every day I learn from you. Thank you for the time you put into this effort .

Sincerely,

Scott Fitts

*It would have to be an improvement. :) BT

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Hi Brock,

Ever since I picked up on your blog I "Knew" you were a "Gentleman of the South!" You lack the "Crassness" that is so prevalent in today's Sociopolitical arena but speak with the Firmness in Truth and Conviction of Right like the words of our Late Great President Jefferson Davis! That is Honorable.

I have been thinking about this for a while now. At first it was a very subtle notice, then it became larger as I saw more. Then it bloomed to me to be what it is. In your writings, in your Blog, Brock, "You" have written, posted and done more to eradicate the "Revisionist History" forced on us by the "Northern Aggressors,"BAR NONE!!!" The "Stars and Bars" fly High and Proud today even more thanks to your efforts!

Reading your post on 03 JUNE about the birthday of President Jefferson Davis and the "quotes" of his was the galvanizing statement! The first words of "His" you posted say so much, are timeless and can never be "Destroyed!" by any man! .......and those words were........

"Truth crushed to the earth is still truth still and like a seed will rise again."--Jefferson Davis (1808-1889)

In so many ways you and your efforts to keep and carry on the "Truth of the South" are the water and light of the Sun that nourish "That Seed" that Jefferson Davis speaks of! That "Seed" of "Southern Truth!" That cannot be vanquished because of efforts like Men as yourself!

Thanks for your selfless effort,

The "Stars and Bars" FLY!

Got gunz....OUTLAW?

III%,

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Dear Mr. Townsend,

I wanted to write to thank you for the pleasure and education I have received from reading your blog "Free North Carolina". I can honestly say that FNC is one of the first sites I visit daily.

I am a northerner by birth yet I consider the vilification of all things "South" a true and tragic disgrace. Your work has enabled me to become more familiar with a culture that I admire, yet have never really been familiar with.

Keep up the outstanding work!

A friend north of the Mason-Dixon Line,

Bob

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My good sir,

I have been reading your blog for years, filling-in the woeful gaps in my knowledge thanks to your efforts, and have been truly impressed with not merely the depth and breadth of the topics you broach, but the frank and honest way you deal with them.

I salute you.

You cannot imagine my immense delight at just reading the "Witting, intentionally, and willfully..." posted on your site, that you linked to Theo Spark's blog.

I'm the guy that wrote it and sent it to Theo a few days ago.

On both our behalves, thank you for posting it on your fine blog.

With warmest personal regards,

Rico

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